Ghost

My hands, feeling worn and real tired

But I can't make it, I can't trace it

Painting pictures to configure

Our hearts stop beating for a second

And you can't fix me, you can't save me

Painting pictures to remember

That I'm a ghost

To your noise

And I can't pick up the clothes

That you left on the floor, it's a mess

This time I'll learn to live without you, in design

And this time I'll reminisce the old you

After all I've tried to

Find it easier to clear my mind, but lately

Seems like I'm nothing more than see-through

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

These hands, feeling worn and real tired

I can't create it if I fake it

Painting pictures of the skies that were red

When I thought I was dead

Am I feeling more alive now?

Or is this just from the come down?

Yeah, I'm a ghost

To your noise

And I can't pick up the clothes

That you left on the floor, it's a mess

This time I'll learn to live without you, in design

And this time I'll reminisce the old you

After all I've tried to

Find it easier to clear my mind, but lately

Seems like I'm nothing more than see-through

I'll see it through

Yeah, I'm a ghost

To your noise

And I can't pick up the clothes

That you left on the floor

This time I'll learn to live without you, in design

And this time I'll reminisce the old you

After all I've tried to

Find it easier to clear my mind, but lately

Seems like I'm nothing more than see-through

I'll see it through